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[bysamwade]

[uncaged-bunny]

“I could have also led you, oh trusting one, right to your demise. Have you ever thought about that? That this is all part of my secret plan?” her brows rose questioningly, but the smile blossoming across her face gave the already-scarce illusion of intimidation away. It was nearly impossible to offend or hurt Duncan, though whether that was Liv’s kindness or Duncan’s laid back sensibilities in action happened to be a subject still up for debate. “If I were to ever run away and join a homeless tribe, I’d ask you to come with me. They’d fucking love us, you know? Our tribe would be so popular that they could raise the membership fee. Inflation. Supply and demand. We could singlehandedly transform ourselves into homeless superstars.”

But as tempting as that thought was, the mewing of the kitten pulled Liv back from the place of rich amusement. Tracing the tiny, sunken features of its face, she cooed something sweet into its twitching ear, holding it close against her chest as she followed the sound of Duncan’s voice. “Siblings,” she nodded numbly, trying hard to process everything all at once. “Oh fuck. Siblings.” 

With a resigned sigh, she knelt down, tugging at Duncan’s jacket to force him to do the same. Then, resting the first kitten back in her lap, she reached cautiously into the hole, guiding the rest of the litter out. They were beautiful. Small, fragile, innocent little creatures that made even the most aloof version of Liv melt. Wide eyed, she turned her head to Duncan, feeling an almost love-struck smile spread stupidly on her lips, “Well, guess what Nella is getting for her birthday?”

[duncan--fletcher-blog]

Even if Liv had been lying and actually did lead him to his demise, Duncan would follow willingly. Joining the gang taught him the importance of trust and how comforting it is to have friendships build on that. After so many years of acquaintances and team mates, that turned out to be nothing more, he cherished the ones that mattered most in his life. Olivia was a wild one, but he knew that they both were protective over one another and would never actually put the other in danger.

Scooping up both of the kittens into his arms, Duncan stood up and stared down at them. They didn't flinch or try to run, instead snuggling onto him almost instantly. Anyone in their right mind would've fallen in love right then and there, and that's exactly what happened to Duncan. He glanced up at Liv when she spoke and gave her a soft smile. "You think so?" Giving a kitten to Nella was a good idea and ensured that they'd be able to keep tabs whenever they wanted. "Are we bringing the other two home then? And which one do we choose? Keep in mind, whichever one we choose to give to Nella will probably be scarred for life and even up addicted to catnip or milk or...whatever the cat equivalent to self-medicating is." He paused. "These three have most likely been through a lot together so we can't be too hasty."

[blue-buchanan-blog]

Blue gave a quick smile to Duncan as she stopped walking and send on a quick text to her mum. She pocketed the device before looking back to him. When he asked her what she would like to drink she replied without thinking. “Chocolate milk,” she said a little too confidently before realizing her mistake. “Oh, you mean what alcohol do I want,” she corrected herself with a slight red tinge to her cheeks. She always hated when she made mistakes like that. “I don’t care much, I can drink anything if I plug my nose.”

[duncan--fletcher-blog]

"If you want chocolate milk, we can get some, it's no problem." Duncan replied coolly, though he did chuckle to himself at that being her natural answer. It was so Blue.

His thoughts started drifting and a nostalgic smile came over him. "Christ, I haven't had chocolate milk in years..." So long that he couldn't even remember the last time. It had to be sometime in primary school, but the details were hazy with age. Suddenly, a more excited smile formed on his face as he glanced at Blue. "You want one? We could get straws and everything."

[dailyalfredenoch]

‏@KarlaSouza7: #AlfieEnoch Feliz con sus @BambooLifeCo que le regalé para que se sintiera parte del LA hood!  (22 Apr 2014)

[ascoldasurheart]

[uncaged-bunny]

“I can’t go about ringing you every time I’m off doing God-knows-what with God-knows-who, Duncan. You’ll start to get the wrong idea; maybe you’ll even think I’m fond of you or something. We already live together, after all,” Liv shoved him, caught somewhere between amusement and honesty. Duncan was her closest friends in the group, but he was also her longest. It was thanks to him that she found her way into their odd gaggle of black sheep, and she’d been living with the consequences ever since. “Besides, isn’t a little mystery just so tempting? Makes every story better. I don’t want to ruin my magic for you.”

And then Duncan just went off.

Liv grinned at him the whole time, exploring and listening and picturing it in her head. She could see it. A dimly lit building. A ramshackle group of homeless nomads. There would be the leader, the innocent, the artist, the sick. Of course, there was Duncan’s loner: stoic and sour and somehow the most sentimental. Digging her nails into her hand, she willed herself to remember this train of thought next time she got her hands on her journal. Pippa would love that story. 

“I don’t think a nomadic homeless tribe could charge rent. That would defeat the purpose of homelessness. Why not just spend that rent money for an actual place to live? It’d be more like a membership fee,” Liv waved him over impatiently now. Her eyes were wide, even though her thoughts were still halfway into their previous conversation. Looking more pleased than she was even before, Liv squealed, racing forward recklessly. 

“A kitten, Duncan. A fucking little ball of fur,” she threw herself senselessly to the ground, where a little cat twitched lamely. Scooping it into her hands, she stroked its black fur, amazed at the fragility of the creature. “I think something might be wrong with it. It’s…small and thin. Did you see a mother cat around here? Or any other kittens?”

[duncan--fletcher-blog]

Olivia's teasing only made Duncan happier, though he didn't say it. It was a wonder more people didn't think of them as a couple with how often they were together, especially now that they lived together. "Trust me, Liv, you could never ruin the magic. I mean, you've brought me to an abandoned building that could possibly carry a homeless tribe. No one else would ever find this."

The kitten seemed impossibly tiny in Olivia's hands, like he was made of glass or that the slighest breathe would destroy him. Duncan wasn't a pet person. Mainly due to not having the time to properly care forone, but he did admire them from afar. But this kittten had tugged hard on his heart. "It probably hasn't eaten in awhile." He replied sadly.

Quickly, Duncan entered the space and scanned around for any other cats. The nigh sky made it hard to see, but he got down on his knees and peered around. His ears stayed alert for any noises. Finally, he heard some, and got up, walking over to a corner. There, huddling under a crack in the wall, were three black kittens. All small, all with that fragile look in their eyes. No mother in sight. Duncan turned his head in Olivia's direction. "I've got some siblings?"

[induratizc]

Pippa was soft-spoken most of the time and so it always amused her when she caught someone off guard. Duncan had always been rather smooth and had a charm about him that most girls flocked too, not to mention he was also incredibly attractive, so it entertained Pippa endlessly to see him slightly flustered at her sudden comment. She grinned back at him, looking up at him as he came over to sit beside her. “Yeah you’ve got terrible self-esteem, that’s for sure.” She teased, although she was cut short when he looked at her sketchpad, now diverting his attention to what she’d drawn.

Pippa didn’t show her art to the gang that much, not that she was hiding it or anything. Pippa had just always been rather humble, not ever wanting to appear as if she was shoving her passion down anyone’s throat. It wasn’t to say the gang never saw anything, especially because her room was filled with her artwork, taped all over the walls. She even had her own art section of her room where she created everything she made.

If it was something she was particularly proud of, she may show a person from time to time if the right moment presented itself. When Duncan showed interest in what she was doing, she had to bite back a grin that was pleading its way to her lips. To be honest, it made her feel good to hear that people liked what she was making. It was really all she could hope for.

“Thanks.” She said rather quietly, shrugging. “I’m just..not there yet, I suppose. Nobody is gonna wanna sell my art if I’ve not done anything successful. A girl in her bedroom painting and sketching – I’m sure they’ve heard it a million times.” She chuckled, shaking her head. “I’ll get there one day. ‘Sides, what if I got there in different ways? With my graffiti or something? Suddenly people wake up one morning, step outside and there’s a huge mural of something I’ve done.” Pippa smiled, glancing over at him. “Is it wrong to be picky about how I might wanna gain my success? Such a stubborn dickhead, me.” She grinned, gently knocking her shoulder against his. “Thanks though. It’s nice to hear it.”

[duncan--fletcher-blog]

The gang's talents often amazed Duncan. Mostly everyone had found their calling, or at least an outlet that brought them pleasure. While Duncan was more athlete, he did appreciate having such artistic mates. He found his own ways to relate and never really found like the odd man out. Besides, not all of the passions were vocalized. He knew Pippa was an artist, but never actually saw her work. She was always off doodling in her sketchpad and he just associated her in that position. Olivia wrote, but Duncan knew her so much more as his wingwoman, ready to help him get the party started. In a way, they all kept such huge parts of themselves away from the larger group, occasionally divulging amongst the ones they were closer to, but that was probably why the gang functioned as well as it did."

When Pippa smiled, Duncan felt somewhat accomplished. He hoped he wasn't invading on her, delving into a part of her that she wasn't ready to talk about it with him. The urges to connect often slapped him in the face with Pippa that he couldn't enjoy himself. She was motherly to everyone, but he had quickly grown away from that mindset. It would be weird to have kissed someone who was like a mother to him, wouldn't it? No, she was reserved yet captiviating. He found himself randomly attempting to open up when he was around her, instead of thinking of the next joke. It was something he wasn't used to, but didn't want to shake until he got a firmer grasp on it.

"Sorry, but that's bullshit." Duncan commented, shaking his head. "Isn't the basic definition being an artist about creative expression? Just because you gain success in one area, doesn't mean you're forced to stay there. Otherwise, you'd never grow. I might wake up one morning and decide I hate rugby and want to play tennis or...shave off my eyebrows, bleach my hair, and join a circus act. I don't know. The point is, it doesn't fucking matter. Nothing ever turns out quite how you expect it to which is why you just have to do what you feel when you feel it?" On the tip of his tongue and the forefront of his mind, he thought of his injury and how he thought he'd never play rugby again. All that hard work down the drain and his life fellt into a statis. It all seemed like such a haze now, but he had learned to enjoy the now, as cliche as it was. It was a much more satisfying life.

[robbie-singh-deactivated2015090]

”A little bit of both,” Robbie said, letting out a loud laugh at Duncan’s joking. “It’s all part of bartender training. Sure, we make drinks and shit, but what would a bartender be without the unsettling ability to know exactly what you did last night?” He smirked, leaning on the bar as he listened to Duncan tell his long-winded story. The two had known each other for a long time, and though they’d grown apart due to different interests, they were the kind of people who could pick up where they left off pretty easily. Robbie always thought if he ever happened upon Duncan twenty years from now, they’d get along the same way they always had. 

“Sounds… interesting,” Robbie responded with a skeptical look. “Can’t say it sounds worth the hangover. Anyway, you’ve got to recover before Nella’s birthday, or else you’re guaranteed to have two shitty hangovers in a row. I can’t remember the last time everyone wasn’t completely wasted on someone’s birthday.” He tapped his fingers on the bar absent-mindedly, glancing down the bar every so often to make sure no one was trying to get his attention. “So, you moved in with Liv and Frank, yeah? How’s that going?” 

[duncan--fletcher-blog]

"Ah, is that ow you get you all get your regulars? That ability false sense of thoughtfulness? Interesting." Duncan teased, nodding suspiciously.

Robbie was an enigma in some ways. Not as romanticized as Nella, but he managed to keep up that persona within the gang. Duncan wasn't one to pry or get to know a person through deep conversation, instead choosing to plainly spend time with them and figure out what makes them tick through their sense of humor. It tended to work. People found comfort in laughter and that's why he became so popular. With Robbie, there was a mutual respect and always found themselves able to enjoy each other's company without ever having to really get serious. That was probably how they managed to pick up right where they left off when Duncan joined the gang.

Duncan had almost forgotten Nella's birthday, a marker of how close they were. He still needed to go gift shopping for her. A girl like Nella, while a lover of fashion, wouldn't enjoy typical birthday gifts. He almost started to ask Robbie what he got her, but he took the change of topic with a welcome ease. "Yeah, it seems fitting, doesn't it? It's going fine for now. Fingers crossed we all don't kill each other before the lease goes up. It'll be a regular Hunger Games, except Frank would most likely be Katniss." He knew they wouldn't though. If anything, neither of them would ever actually be there long enough to annoy each other. "How's it going with Julian and the other blokes. Forgot their names actually."

[grumpymystery-deactivated201707]

[duncan--fletcher-blog]

Duncan slowed the trolley to a stop and picked up the yellow lined notepad that laid on top. He cleared his throat sternly and read through the list. "Right, so we've got beer. Clearly." He took a step away from the trolley to survey the multiple cases of beer stacked on top of each other. "Then we've got liquor and things to prepare mixed drinks if someone fills like playing bartender. I just sort of pulled things from the shelves by that point so we may have to double check on that." He flipped to the next page in the notepad, even though it was blank and the first only had two lines filled. "We know how much I love ginger snaps when I'm drunk so I put those in." A pause. "I think...that's it on my end. Is there anything else we're missing? Or something you need while we're here?"

[induratizc]

Pippa had known Duncan for ages, always seeing him about in school or out somewhere in Mile End. It was fairly amusing remembering certain members of the gang she had known since they were kids, although they hadn’t really met until the gang was beginning to form. Pippa had actually always liked Duncan – he was charismatic and, for a jock, was a really nice bloke – but their respective cliques kept them apart. They had no middle ground or reason to befriend each other and therefore never spoke much.

It was incredibly intriguing to see him the night they officially met, when Pippa saw him stumbling and drunk. She had heard about what happened, the whole town did, and she felt a softness for him after his injury. As someone with a passion, she couldn’t imagine it being taken away from her so suddenly. She wanted to befriend him, to pick him up and dust him off from the shit he had endured the last few weeks and he seemed more than okay with it.

He was more than she suspected. He wasn’t as black and white in complexity as he first appeared and that intrigued Pippa. The night they kissed left her confused but when neither of them mentioned anything the next day, Pippa let it float away, to allow it to be a drunken memory of sorts.

Pippa rolled her eyes teasingly at him, though a laugh forced its way out from pursed lips. She placed her sketchpad aside and playfully studied the pose he was in, eyes scanning over the entirety of his body. To be fair, Duncan was incredibly attractive. “Now you just need to get naked.” Pippa cocked a brow teasingly, crossing her legs underneath herself. “Suppose you wouldn’t be so bad at it. You may even give Adonis a run for his money.”

[duncan--fletcher-blog]

To say that Duncan's head snapped over to Pippa quickly, would be an understatement. "Pippa, stop, you'll make me blush." He instantly recovered, raising a hand to his mouth and pretending to be embarrassed. He relaxed after awhile and approached her, plopping down next to her and stretching out his legs. "Now you're just trying to butter me up. I don't mind, go on. I need the confidence boost." He waved, before smirking. His eyes travelled to her sketchpad curiously.

"You're joking, right?" He exclaimed, picking it up to inspect the drawing closer. He had a look of utter bewilderment on his face and couldn't seem to shake it. "Pip, when are you going to start putting your work up in a gallery? I'm serious. You're way too good to just fill up sketchpads." He finally tore his eyes away to stare at her.

[uncaged-bunny]

“Oh, please. We both know you and Frank were up all night deciding who gets to be big spoon,” Olivia rolled her eyes, giving Duncan a hard, albeit affectionate, shove. “I’ve got my shit sorted, mate. I sleep alone smack in the middle of the bed. Blinds drawn. A little Chopin on for my listening pleasure. You think I’d be this radiant and witty off of five shitty hours of cat napping?”

If there was one thing Olivia adored about Duncan, it was his uncanny ability to let her ramble on for hours. And, Jesus Fucking Christ, did she ever. Like burning rubber, the fire never seemed to cease, and Liv never seemed to find a proper way to end her winding, extravagant ideas and stories. Duncan never seemed to mind, though. Sometimes - only sometimes - Liv might have even said he thought it endearing. 

“Long story short? Ducked in here on accident the other night with Lana’s brother until the police let up,” she grinned, looking devilishly proud of the coincidence of it all. “Figured you’d want a peek. I’m not quite sure what it is, really, but if we happen to become part of some nomadic homeless tribe… Well, let’s hope Frank can cover rent.”

Liv’s head popped around the corner behind Duncan before she bounded away, chasing air down the hallway, running her fingers along the worn walls. Down to the end of the hall she tumbled, calling out for anyone else who might have been there, skidding to a stop before staring wide-eyed down the perpendicular hallway. “Well,” Olivia clucked her tongue, waving him over, “you’re going to lose your shit at this.”

[duncan--fletcher-blog]

Duncan raised his eyebrows slightly, though a wide grin was plastered on his face. "Police? You were having a night to remember and didn't even think to ring me? I have to have hungover leftovers after the fun is over? Thanks a lot." He teased, fully preparing himself to get smacked again. There was rarely ever a moment when he wasn't teasing or joking so he knew Liv wouldn't actually get upset. After his depression following his injury, it seemed like Duncan had gained a pair of armor along with his newfound confidence. Very rarely did he get angry or jealous. He was comfortable in any situation and tried to make sure other people were too. Though no one had said it, he liked to think his optimism and welcoming nature was a beloved trait within the gang.

"The ideal nomadic homeless tribe wouldn't require rent. Just the ability to swap stories of groundbreaking moments in our lives and how we ended up here. There's probably the lone older bloke with a scar on his cheek who keeps to himself but you know he's got a lot of heavy shit he hasn't dealt with." He explained, almost missing Liv run down the hallway. He sprinted after her, amazed at how fast she went with such short legs. He slowed and felt his stomach getting excited. "I was right about the old blok, wasn't I?" He whispered loudly, before his eyes traveled to where Olivia was staring.

[nellacooper]

Nella was someone not at all ashamed to frequent op shops. She knew that it was possible to find awesome statement pieces amongst the endless mountains of clothing people had discarded or donated. She was just pulling a bright green faux fur coat out of a bargain bin of assorted clothes when she heard a familiar voice and lifted her head to greet its owner with a smile. She pulled the coat on quickly and thrust her arms out in a “ta-da!” motion. “What d’you think?” she asked in her usual breathless sing-song voice. She always sounded slightly ethereal, but nobody could tell whether it was natural or whether she put it on. In that instance, as in most, Nella proved to be a bit of an enigma. 

[nellacooper]

[duncan--fletcher-blog]

Duncan plopped a wide brim hat atop his head and peered into one of the small mirrors. He grabbed a pair of rainbow colored star shaped sunglasses and put them on as well, bending down to look at his reflection. As if his brand of humor wasn't an indication, he was a genuine kid at heart with the attention span of zero to one. When out on the field, he's focused and determined, never once losing it. It's part of what makes him so dynamic. But off the field, it's best not to keep him unattended for far too long. He didn't mind tagging along with Nella, but they had never really bonded. For that everything that made Nella romantic and tragic, Duncan's lighthearted nonchalance made them complete contrasts.

Upon hearing her voice, the athlete popped his head up and took the coat in. "For what occassion? A party? Evening look? Daytime?" He asked, dumbfounded on anything fashion wise. "I like the color." He offered, smiling reassuringly.

[induratizc]

Pippa had been in this exact spot for a few hours now, on a grassy hill in Mile End Park. It’s not the greatest park, nor is it at all that scenic, but it’s come to be a comfort to her. Really, all of Mile End was. She’d sit here sometimes, sketching and drawing while the others were at Uni, like she was doing today. She’d even come here to sunbathe every now and again, with Nella or Blue or the whole gang. It was an odd little park, looking more industrial than it did rustic, but she liked it well enough.

Sketchpad in hand, she mindlessly drew (x), though the side of her fingers were stained with pencil marks. Her hair was tied in a messy bun at the bottom of her head so nothing would get in the way of her face as she continued. “Oi.” She stated as she realized the light disappeared. She glanced up to see that it was a figure blocking her sunlight but she smirked upon seeing who stood in front of her. “You’re blocking my light, mate.”

[induratizc]

[duncan--fletcher-blog]

Duncan shook his head slowly, a smile forming behind his eyes. "No, see, I'm here in case inspiration hits and you need a real life model." He teased, finally giving her a grin. In reality, he had walked by on his way home from practice to see her sitting there by herself. Things with Pippa were complicated for him. He thought she was breathtaking, but couldn't tell if she felt any way in particular about him. His feelings weren't concrete, not knowing her well enough to form any sort of crush, but being in the gang had made him inevitably curioous. After their kiss, however, it seemed like the elephant in the room had only gotten larger. "Now, I've never done any modeling before, but I've been told I should try it. I figure it's one of those things you're either a natural at or terrible." He took a step back and struck a dramatic Vogue-like pose, staying still. "What do you think? Am I Adonis' twin or what?"

[riley--wyatt-blog]

“Right, were ya actually plannin’ on sayin’ anythin’, or are ya just gonna stand there like a fuckin’ lemon? Cause we’ve only been here a minute and it feels like it’s been a bloody decade.” Riley raised an eyebrow at the person beside her, before taking a drag on her cigarette and blowing the smoke up into the night sky. She sighed deeply and slid down the cold brick wall, coming to a sudden stop on her arse on the damp pavement of the alley. The silence hung between the two of them, neither knowing quite what to say in the situation. Riley sighed again and rested her head on her knees, her voice muffled when she finally caved. “God… I’m so tired.” The last bit came quietly as she raised her head once more, her eyes unfocused. She rubbed them roughly with her jacket sleeve before taking another pull on her cigarette and sighing once more.

[duncan--fletcher-blog]

Duncan stifled a laugh and slid down the wall next to her, propping one leg up. He waited exactly five seconds in silence before letting his laughs out. "Sorry, it's just...you said lemon and I went, 'lemons don't have feet' to thinking about Lemongrab from Adventure Time. Have you ever watched? Anyway, there's a character named Lemongrab who is perpetually angry at the world and is always yelling. It's hilarious." He explained, laughing at various points as he told her his thought process. While there was a part of him that wondered if Riley actually was having some sort of breakdown and needed a talk, another part of him constantly felt the need to deflect any sadness with humor. It was an impulse and he felt more willing to go for it with Riley, other than someone who might actually punch him and run off.

"You have to look it up at some point because it will change your life." He continued, still laughing to himself.

[robbie-singh-deactivated2015090]

Robbie ran a rag lazily over the bar, not particularly caring whether he actually cleaned the counter or not. What had started as a somewhat acceptable bar was now a rather grimy looking slab of wood at which people consumed alcohol. Not the definition of classy, but then again the pub was never known for that. It was known for the typically overpriced drinks and possibly the group of loud, surprisingly attractive young adults who hung out inside, a few of whom actually worked there. He lifted his eyes from his half-assed cleaning job as someone caught his eye, and lifted his hand in a slight wave to indicate that he would be with them in a moment. 

Tossing the rag in the sink, Robbie wiped his hands off on his pants and leaned on the bar with both arms.  "Are you alright? You look… pale. Ill, or something.” A knowing smile pulled at the corners of his lips “had a bit too much fun last night, I’m guessing?”

[duncan--fletcher-blog]

"I can't tell if I actually look like shit or you've just grown into that bartender thing where you can immediately tell when someone had a rough night. I swear there's special classes required in order to work at a pub. You all can't just be naturally intuitiveand wise..." Duncan trailed off, teasing of course. Robbie was his first friend from the gang and even though he had grown closer to Frank, he had still felt very comfortable around him. He admired his leadership qualities and could relate with rugby. "But yes, I befriended some of Peter's mates last night after our match and they were honestly really weird. Like, into random hard drugs like we're back in the '90's or something."

One of his hands reached up and tiredly ran down his face before he continued. He hadn't even planned on being around alcohol after his festivites last night, but there was something so calming about the pub. The smell was a bit much at the moment, but he still enjoyed the atmosphere. Plus, he knew Robbie had a shift tonight. "Louis was immediately like 'fuck that', but I felt bad, y'know? They were a bit weird, sure, but they were just trying to include us. So I stayed with them and Peter after Louis left. I drank, they snorted, and we talked until about 6am. I have no idea what they told me, but I think one wants to be a veternarian. I wish them well, but that's the last time I go hanging out with my team mates after matches. I actually thought I was dying when I woke up this morning. I literally threw my alarm clock out of the window because I though it was going off. It wasn't, my ears were just ringing. Remind me to buy a new one at some point today." Duncan concluded. Being so friendly often got him int the weirdest situations, but it never made him any less wary.

[blue-buchanan-blog]

Blue was predictably bad at multi-tasking. She just couldn’t seem to be able to handle concentrating on one thing while passively doing another. That didn’t mean she didn’t try to multi-task, because she did. So that’s why when she attempted to walk in tandem with her friends while typing on her phone, she would bump into them constantly like a confused magnet. “Sorry… again,” she mumbled for the third time as she accidentally bumped into them with her shoulder. She put her phone down for a moment and pondered out loud, “It walking and texting legal?”

[duncan--fletcher-blog]

Duncan honestly didn't mind whenever Blue bumped into him, but he grew more and more amused whenever she would apologize. He found himself always smirking or laughing around Blue. She was adorable and so amusing, even if him finding her entertaining put a strain of their friendship at times. He would never make fun of her and hoped she understood his teasing was all in good fun at the end of the day.

"It is, but so is not walking and texting. There's no rush." He explained, slowing to a stop. "This gives us time to plan anyway. I can buy the alcohol. I figure we can all split three bottles? Though Liv and I drink like fuckin' pirates. Well, I only know Jack Sparrow, but you get the idea... What are you in the mood for?" He asked, stopping mid ramble and giving her a smile.